As someone said to me yesterday, someone who is coming up on 8 years without their child, 10 years just feels so permanent.
I hadn’t thought about it like that, but it’s exactly how it feels.
As if the situation could be reversed.
I’ve written a lot of words lately and shed a few (not many, really) tears over this birthday. I can’t believe that it’s been 10 years since my little bundle of love was placed in my arms for the first time.
If you want to read what I’ve written this week, here are a few choices.
And until next year, Happy Birthday, Charlie!
Tonight we will eat pizza and eat cake and sing as loud as we can so you can hear us!